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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.