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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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.