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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.