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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.