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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.