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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.