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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Oneida,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.