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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.