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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.