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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Gong,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
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.