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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Slave to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.