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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.