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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
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,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Nico,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Make Up,
The Names,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.