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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.