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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 All-Stars to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
the Swans,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.