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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
MC5,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.