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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Nas,
Qualms,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
EPMD,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.