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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Scion,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
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.