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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
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,
MDC,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.