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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Steve Hackett 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Gong,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.