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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.