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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.