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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
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.