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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.