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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
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.