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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.