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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Index,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.