Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Index,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.