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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Scion,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.