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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.