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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
the Association,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
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.