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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Monks,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.