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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.