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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
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.