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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a snare 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 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?
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.