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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.