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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Pus to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
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.