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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.