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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
PIL,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.