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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
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.