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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
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 Names,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.