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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Scion,
ABC,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.