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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.