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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.