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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
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,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.