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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.