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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.