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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.