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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
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.