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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.