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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.