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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
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,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Television,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.