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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.