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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.