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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.