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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.