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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
AZ,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
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.