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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.