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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
New Order,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
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.