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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
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,
Television,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
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It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.