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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
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,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.