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 Iran 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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?
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.