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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.