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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Magma,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.