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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.