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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Magma,
Can,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.