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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.