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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Brick,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Can,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.