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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.