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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
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.