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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.