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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.