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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.