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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kayak to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.