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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 UT to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.