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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
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,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Scion,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.