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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Mars,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
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.