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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.