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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.