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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.