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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.