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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.