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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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?
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.