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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Avey Tare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.