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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
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.