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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
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.