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 Saudi Arabia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.