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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Krayola 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
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.