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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
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.