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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.