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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.