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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
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.