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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
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.