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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
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.