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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
The Move,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.