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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.