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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.