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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Scion,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.