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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.