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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.