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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.