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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
The Litter,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.