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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.