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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
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,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.