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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.