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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.