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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Organ,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.