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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.