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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.