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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Television,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.