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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.