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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.