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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Smog,
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.