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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.