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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.