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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.