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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
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.