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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.