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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
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.