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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.