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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.