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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.