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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
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.