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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.