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 Samoa 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
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,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.