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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Franke,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.