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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Urselle 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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,
The Gories,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.