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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.