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 Spain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
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.