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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.