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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
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.