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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
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.