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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
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.