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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.