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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.