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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.