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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Swans,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
X-101,
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.