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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
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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.