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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Television,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
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.