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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
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,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.