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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.