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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.