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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Salvador and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.