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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.