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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
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.