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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.