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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.