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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
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,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.