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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ossler to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
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.