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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.