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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
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.