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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Slave,
UT,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.