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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.