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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.