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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Q65,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.