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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.