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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.