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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.