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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.