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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
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,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.