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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
X-101,
Wire,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.