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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
The Motions,
Television,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.