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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Index,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.