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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.