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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.