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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Mars 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Yaz,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.