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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Technova,
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.