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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.