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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 a güiro and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.