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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.