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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.