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 the UAE and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.