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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.