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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.