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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Chrome to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.