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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.