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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Can,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
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.