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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Can,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.