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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Visage,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.