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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Saints,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.