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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
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.