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 Colombia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
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,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.