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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.