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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
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.