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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.