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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.