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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Lyres,
The Names,
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.