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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.