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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
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.