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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.