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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 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?
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.