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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
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.