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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
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.