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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.