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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
June of 44,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
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.