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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
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.