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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.