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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.