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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.