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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.