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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.