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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.