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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
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.