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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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.