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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.