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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
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.