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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.