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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.