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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.