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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.