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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.