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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.