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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Mars,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.