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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Hoover,
Wire,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
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.