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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Nas,
Organ,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.