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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
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.