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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.