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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.