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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.