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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.