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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.