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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.