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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.