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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.