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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
MC5,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.