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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.