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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.