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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
The Wake,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.