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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Can,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.