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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.