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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
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.