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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.