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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Pop Group to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
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.