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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
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,
The Martian,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.