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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.