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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.