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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
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.