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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.