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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Panda Bear 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.