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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
DNA,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.