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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Index,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
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.