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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gong 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.