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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
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.