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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.