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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.