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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.