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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.