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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.