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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Interpol to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.