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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.