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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Pylon,
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.