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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
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,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.