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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.