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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
the Swans,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.