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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.