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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Index,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
The Dead C,
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.