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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.