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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.