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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
MC5,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.