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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.