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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.