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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.