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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.