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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.