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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.