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 Malta and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Mars,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Faust,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
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.