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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.