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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
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,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.