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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.