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 Burkina and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.