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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
AZ,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.