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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Swans to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.