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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.