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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.