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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Wire,
AZ,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.