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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.