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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Quantec,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
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.