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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.