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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.