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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
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.