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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.