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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
DNA,
The Gories,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.