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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
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.