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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.