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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.