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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.