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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.