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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
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.