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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.