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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
X-102,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.