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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.