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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
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.