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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.