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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.