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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Josef K,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.