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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.