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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.