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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Wings 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
The Names,
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.