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 Malta 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.