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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
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.