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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Smog,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.