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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
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.