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 Vanuatu 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.