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 Benin and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
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.