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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Technova,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.