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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.