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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
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,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.