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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Oneida,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.