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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.