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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.