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 Australia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.