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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
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.