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 Luxembourg 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.