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 India and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.