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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.