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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Main Source,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.