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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.