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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget 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?
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
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.