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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.