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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
New Order,
Suicide,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
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.