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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.