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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Television,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
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.