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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 The Count Five 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Nas,
Erasure,
Cluster,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.