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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.