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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.