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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.