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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.