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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.