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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.