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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.