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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.