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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.