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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.