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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.