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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.