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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
CMW,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.