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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Nico,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
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.