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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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 Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Index,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
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.