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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Nico,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.