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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.