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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.