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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.