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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.