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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.