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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
a-ha,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.