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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.