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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.