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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.