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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.