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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
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,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.