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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.