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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
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.