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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
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.