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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.