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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.