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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.