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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.