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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Scion,
Fear,
Crime,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
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.