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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
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.