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 Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.