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 Armenia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.