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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.