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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.