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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Wings,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.