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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.