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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.