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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Scion,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
UT,
Cymande,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.