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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.