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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.