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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
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,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.