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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
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.