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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.