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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Guru Guru 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.