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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
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,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.