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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.