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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.