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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
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,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.