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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.