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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Index,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.