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 Egypt and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Wings,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.