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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.