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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.