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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
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,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.