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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.