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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.