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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.