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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the grime 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.