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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.