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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 New York and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Ossler,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.