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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Deakin,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.