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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
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.