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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.