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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.