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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
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.