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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
10cc,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
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.