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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
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.