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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.