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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.