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 Albania 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Ten City,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.