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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.