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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
UT,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.