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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.