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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Crime,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.