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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
The Gories,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.