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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.