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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
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.