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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.