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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.