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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.