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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
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,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.