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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
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.