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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Faust to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.