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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.