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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.