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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Swans,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.