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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.