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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.