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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
AZ,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.