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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
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,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.