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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Television,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.