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 Senegal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
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.