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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.