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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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.