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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.