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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
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,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.