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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
cv313,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.