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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.