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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Neu!,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.