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 China and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.