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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.