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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
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.