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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.