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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Wings,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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.