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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.