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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Mars,
ABC,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
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.