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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
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,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.