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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.