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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.