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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
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.