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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.