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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.