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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
MC5,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.