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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
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,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.