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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.