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 Zambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Ronan,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.