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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.