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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon 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?
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.