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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
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.