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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.