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 Burundi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.