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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Can,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.