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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.