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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.