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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Morten Harket 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Gong,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.