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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Rakim,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.