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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
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.