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 Chile 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.