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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Smog,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Crime,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.