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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.