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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
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.