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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters 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?
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.