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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Cybotron,
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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.