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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.