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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.