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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.