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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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.