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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.