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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Wings,
The Fugs,
MDC,
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.