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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.