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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.