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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Cymande,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.