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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.