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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.