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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.