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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
the Slits,
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.