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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
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.