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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.