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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
X-102,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.