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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Remains,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.