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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Can,
June Days,
Interpol,
Skarface,
The Index,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
the Germs,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
cv313,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
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.