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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.