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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.