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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Index,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.