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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
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.