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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.