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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.