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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
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,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.