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 Australia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.