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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.