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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.