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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Make Up,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.