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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 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 Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.