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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
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.