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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.