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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
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,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.