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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
MC5,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Index,
Scion,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
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.