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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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?
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.