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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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.