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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.