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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.