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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.