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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Associates to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.