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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.