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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Pole,
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.