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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
UT,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.