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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.