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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.