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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
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.