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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Television,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.