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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.