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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.