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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.